Page 29 of Stolen Christmas
“Oh. Well, I want to know about my brother. What can you tell me?”
“Not much, because I don’t know anything other than he’s safe and probably watching TV and having a meal.”
“Are you bullshitting me?”
“No. I promise that he’s got it good right now, and he’ll stay that way if he acts right.”
“Fine.” I close the door because I’m not sure I believe him, or maybe I just want to think the worst of these men. They’re holding me captive, after all. I go back to my perch on the sofa and tuck my feet up and finish my sandwich. I’m still a little hungry, so I eat a little of the soup and then I hear the front door open.
I quickly wipe my mouth and fix my feet, setting them on the ground. “I’m glad to see you’re eating. Was your nap a good one?”
“Yes, it was.” He snags a piece of tomato off the salad. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure which was mine.”
“Technically it’s all yours. I only came to check on you.” He wipes his hands on the napkin.
“I’m fine. The food was good.” He raises his brow like I’m lying. “Well, okay, no, I’m not fine. I’m worried about my brother.”
He smiles and says, “Your brother is doing okay, even though he’s a pain in the ass.”
“Okay? Have you or your men beat him up?” I add, trying to get details out of him because he has a way of silencing me.
He bends down and cups my chin. “As much as I want to beat his ass, I haven’t. Maybe when the little shit is a bit older and has a little more muscle, I’ll give him a shot in the ring or something, but it’s not even close to fair for the kid. I might consider a belt to his ass if he keeps up the shit talking, though.”
“He’s a dumb teen, but he’s been through a lot.”
“Yes, and so have you. He needs to get his ass under control because you don’t need that stress. I have to go back to work, so I’ll see you later.” He leans down and cups my face, kissing me and sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I actually feel guilty that I had onions. “Damn, you taste good.”
“You must be hungry.”
“For you,” he growls, sneaking a quick nibble of my lower lip. “But I need to leave. I’ll see you. Be good, and no more talking to Marco unless necessary.”
“Am I annoying him?”
“No. He’s got a job to do, and he’s not doing it when he’s focused on the way you moan as you eat.” He walks out before it dawns on me that he has somehow heard me eating. I lookaround the room and wonder if the room has a listening device or a camera.
I finish my food, intentionally moaning a few more times before picking up my garbage and then washing my hands in the bathroom. Then, I take everything to the kitchen, which is fun to find since I can’t ask Marco anything. I enter, and of course, it’s epically awesome.
There are flat-panel gray cabinets with white countertops in an open concept, and a large island with seating. I should have eaten here, but Marco didn’t even mention this spot. Maybe I should have asked. Oh well, Luca didn’t say anything to me about it either. I put the food in the fridge, and I’m actually surprised that it’s half full and there is pop in here. I grumble, snatching a Sprite for good measure.
I take the can and then find a nice coaster before setting it down on the living room table. Lazily I stroll around the condo, admiring the beauty. Somehow I end up back in the bedroom and decide to toss the curtains wide open to a view of the city, and I must say he has a spectacular view of the lakefront.
I’m not in there long before there is a knock and Marco says, “Mrs. D’Antonio. Luca says to prepare for the evening. He will be back in two hours.”
“Two hours? How well done does he need me?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. I’m just doing as I’m told.” I hear his footsteps retreat. I open the makeup box that was left for me, and there are so many palettes. It’s all simple, nothing over the top or garish. Everything is just my style, which surprises me because he doesn’t know me and neither do the women that were here.
Chapter Ten
Luca
It’s been a painful struggle to leave her alone for even five minutes. Seeing her naked in front of all those people sent me into a fit of pure possessiveness I hadn’t expected. I believed that feeling had been reserved strictly for Fields; however, I’d been sorely mistaken. Angel brought out a completely different side of me in a matter of hours, and it isn’t acceptable.
It’s time to leave for my parents’, so I step into the bedroom to find her in the fucking sexiest plain dinner dress. When I gave the stylist my request, I had no idea she’d make my wife into a fucking wet dream come true, but damn. Angel looks delectable in a pale blue dress that cuts just under her knees. Although her cleavage is still peeking through the top a bit, it’s not overly inappropriate. Her brown hair has been pulled up into a pretty bun with loose curls framing her face. Fuck me. She’s gorgeous. The bracelet is on her wrist, and it matches perfectly.
“Do I look presentable?” It’s the wrong question to ask, but I can barely get a word out, so I shake my head.
Instead, I turn around and move toward the bedroom door, avoiding her gaze. “No, but you’ll do. Come. We don’t have time to change. Remember, tonight you’ll do your best to remember you’re happy to be at my side.”
